Poem: Watermelon

The simple taste of watermelon

sugar in the summer

settles on a tongue

chalked with memories

like the time we all doorbell ditched the Dixon’s

or raced peanuts to the sewage

on a rainy day

felt the breeze

and set out to fly a turtle kite

watch it float in the sky

like a dream.

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